...and it's too late to be publishing, yes. But I was trying to get caught up on the reading, everyone's blogs long neglected...I think tomorrow that I shall have to clear the decks and reorganize the Favorites, culling the herd, and corraling the rest.
I sometimes wonder if this is what I thought it would be - the outlet needed...comes and goes, like the muse. I always want to add the preface, "Forgive me, I suck at this, and wish I could meet the content quality of others..."
(Secretly, I blame this. And fear it.)
After all, I was once quite good at this - putting words to thought...imagining entire scenes and dialogue...and now? Mmm....well, let us just ignore the present. For the present.
I know, now, that we're farther behind than I thought in our planning and execution. Trooper gets to care for the canning routine tomorrow while I get a final lesson in sock knitting (which in my mind always sounds like "keh-nitting" because I am a freak that way). I busted my - er - fingers to get them finished enough for the lesson. Next time I know - allow enough time between classes to get the actual work DONE.
Still, it is a skill that not many have and that has a value and an end product useful to nearly everyone. It is what I was hoping to have in my "survival quiver". Today's broken arrow was the frame to a respirator mask. So many things to be cared for.
And that is my contribution. Craptacular as it was. Perhaps I just hated the silence of the blog...I certainly wanted to alert all of you that I am trying to keep up - that I miss you guys and your words - and that I hope we're all getting ready...
Now? Time to price the stock. I think it will be time to sell and invest in a more tangible asset.